Tides of life rise,
with aim to consume.
Stay afloat by ceaseless sculling—
and count self lucky—
from one day to the next.
Tides rise wildly
in the face of a leadership monopoly,
dark skies looming,
illuminated by bureaucratic lightning
and ominous claps of thunder—
a storm making violent the tide.
Swimming blindly,
no reset button in sight,
a cureless malady—
of corrupt statesmen—
with a Get Out of Jail Card-Free.
It’s about Monopoly with a Twist at dVerse!
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Festival King 